Stevie sits at her imac reviewing the photos from her previous shoot.  She always got in the zone when doing this.  Her attention is devoted entirely to what she’s doing.  She knows her reputation is at stake.  The phone, tv, doorbell, everything gets ignored.  Bette realized this a little after they began living together.  There was no getting around it so she got accustomed to it. 

Bette comes in lugging a large box with her. 

Bette:  “I got it!”

Nothing.

Bette:  “Stevie can I get 5 mins please?!”

Stevie:  “Fine!  What is it?”

Bette:  “The bed…For Xavier.”

Stevie just stared at her blankly.

Bette:  “The Ferrari bed he saw last week.  It finally came.”

Stevie:  “Ohhh right.  I didn’t know you were going to get it.”

Bette:  “I told I would that night.”

Stevie’s brow furrowed.

Stevie:  “Were you naked?”

Bette:  “Um I dunno maybe half or so.  I think I was getting out the shower.”

Stevie:  “That’s probably it then.”

Bette smiled a little.

Bette:  “So I can’t mention anything important to you when I’m either naked or half naked?”

Stevie:  “Yup.”

Bette:  “You’re impossible.”

Stevie:  “Common complaint.  You need help putting that together?”

Bette:  “No I think I can handle it and I wanna start now before Alice brings him home.”

Stevie:  “That’s nice.  Ok good I can finish here.”

Bette:  “Yeah you can get entranced once again.”

Bette disappeared into the bed room to change.  She yelled from the back.

Bette:  “Steve can I borrow one of your wife beaters.”

Stevie:  “Yes.  Leave me alone!”

Bette:  “Sorry.”

She emerged shortly after wearing the very revealing wife beater and tight cut off jeans.  She began removing the heavy parts of the bed from the box and arranging them on the floor of the living room.  Stevie continued to ignore her.  That was until she caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of her eye.  The one glance removed all her attention from the current editing she was doing.  She did a double take as Bette crouched down and her red thong peeked from the top of her jeans.  Stevie cleared her throat and sat a little straighter in her chair so she could regain focus.  She would look at her monitor then find herself looking over her shoulder.  Each time she regretted it when she would see a bicep flex or the thin material revealed her abs.  Stevie began to squirm in her seat but only found that only excited her more.   She though maybe clenching her legs tighter under her desk would quell the rising heat, but that too proved useless.  So much for her concentration.  She relented to just turning in her chair and watching unabashed.  She noted the light sheen of sweat that was not coating Bette’s Olive skin.  Stevie bit her bottom lip trying her hardest not to go over there and take her right on the floor.